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letra de 1 trillion bars - hackle

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[intro]
hauntaholics, real haunted mound
hdoe, hdoe, hdoe, hdoe
hdoe, hdoe, h-doe

[chorus]
hackle, b-tch i’m going dumb (going dumb)
you already know what’s up (hdoe)
i swallow lots of drinks and pills and now i feel like throwin’ up (hdoe)
i knew you was lyin’ b-tch, i already knew that sh-t was false
i’m screamin’ hdoe (hdoe), ’cause i don’t really give a f-ck (hackledown on ’em)
like i said, we goin’ dumb, them hollow tips, they fill you up (grrah)
them hollow tips, they make you numb (ooh)
i’m the gunsmith you better duck (hdoe)
i got a ak, f-ck your life, i got a f-ckin’ bowie knife (skrr)
b-tch you know what’s goin’ on, i’m hackle, never playin’ nice (hackledown on ’em)
[verse]
hackle never playin’ nice, good ass scope, i got the lights
you don’t wanna know what’s goin’ on ’bout all my clothes boy
starin’ at the cеiling, what the f-ck, i think i lost my mind (hdoe)
the sun is going down, another day about to pass right by (hdoe, hdoe)
i’m manual brеathin’ all night, i’m manual breathin’ all night
panic attack was like paranoia, feelin’ odd (odd)
sometimes, find myself holdin’ my breath until i see the light
it’s either that or going on a rampage, i just might (hdoe)
wake up in the morning, mad as f-ck, it’s just another day (skrr)
the butcher house down a random ass road, only a one way (oh)
a lot of guns and lots of knives, make sure you never see this place (no)
i give your b-tch lockjaw, my bad she wanna get a taste (get a)
hackledown on ’em, you know i love my ak (ak)
a hundred shots in, it’s so hard to control the spray (oh)
off excedrin, hurtin’ in my brain
i don’t feel nothing, so how can i feel okay? (hdoe, hdoe)

[chorus]
hackle, b-tch i’m going dumb
you already know what’s up
i swallow lots of drinks and pills and now i feel like throwin’ up (h-doe)
i knew you was lyin’ b-tch, i already knew that sh-t was false
i’m screamin’ hdoe (hdoe), ’cause i don’t really give a f-ck (hackledown on ’em)
like i said, we goin’ dumb, them hollow tips, they fill you up (grrah)
them hollow tips, they make you numb (ooh)
i’m the gunsmith you better duck (hdoe)
i got a ak, f-ck your life, i got a f-ckin’ bowie knife (skrr)
b-tch you know what’s goin’ on, i’m hackle, never playin’ nice
[outro]
hdoe
haunted mound

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